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A Nocturnal Visit
by
Martin H. Tesler
I let my spirit
travel,
Upon a moonlight beam;
With you I wished to visit,
And see you as you dream.
My spirit gently lifted,
Into the dead of night,
Above the clouds I drifted
Upon that beam of light.
Propelled by ether's currents,
Across the sky I flew,
Arriving in just moments,
Without disturbing you.
The moonlight lit your figure,
And cast your beauty's grace—
Adorned in goss'mer bedclothes,
With panties made of lace.
So gently I suspended
Upon that shaft of light;
Then slowly I descended,
And tend'ly held you tight.
I watched you as you slumbered,
And kissed your face so sweet;
You turned and gently lumbered
Into a deeper sleep.
I slowly left your presence,
And though you never woke,
I know you felt the essence
Of words I hadn't spoke.
And so when you awaken,
A smile upon your face,
My dearest, darling sweetheart,
Please know 'twas my embrace.
© Copyright 2002 Martin H.
Tesler. All rights reserved.
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